tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post113397782511074223..comments2023-10-31T05:37:45.410-07:00Comments on Hungry Hyaena: Banging My Head Against The WallHungry Hyaenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-1133990864017297962005-12-07T13:27:00.000-08:002005-12-07T13:27:00.000-08:00O'George:I couldn't agree more. (For the record, ...O'George:<BR/><BR/>I couldn't agree more. (For the record, your last line is at least as good as my "The whole universe just breathes" closer!)<BR/><BR/>Having said that, I sometimes trump my skepticism of the "war on invasives" because I loathe homogenization. Just as Starbucks and WalMart are replacing the patchwork of mom-and-pop stores, so to are trophic generalists - monk parakeets, European starlings, red-eared sliders - replacing the trophic specialists.<BR/><BR/>Geologically speaking, I feel diversity will reassert itself, but we humans are essentially selfish brutes, and I think we need biodiversity for our spiritual well-being, even if that spirit is borne purely of the real. What can I say, it's the animist in me. Plus, I call always call on wildlife biology to make the same argument if I want to avoid getting into touchy-feely realms. ;)Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-1133983503549629862005-12-07T11:25:00.000-08:002005-12-07T11:25:00.000-08:00As a member of the MOST INVASIVE SPECIES on earth,...As a member of the MOST INVASIVE SPECIES on earth, I just try to understand that in geologic time scales all species are exotic. With every change in sea level and shoreline, with the raising or eroding of every mountain range, with every changing weather pattern, life spreads out as it can and comes into contact with new environments, opportunities and hazards. I know you realize HH, that the natural world, in any real time frame, is never that idealized balance, but a state of constantly fluctuating interspecies fortunes. We look through a 10 or 20-year window and see disaster. As I get older (than dirt), I find myself starting to think like the hills themselves. Some day after eroding and washing out to sea, I’ll be a hill again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com